GOT'EM!
I'M A LOSER DUDE!
He's stressed to beat the hurt at home, boy at home.
I love my club.
Ain't no lame, blah, but you can stop, baby, shopping, get yourself a photo, man.
That's good.
It's over.
Yeah, I think it's my time.
Paint super wet.
My shaver done took a high.
So, so many chickens you would think that worked at Popeye's.
My plug is a mystery.
Should've been on Lifetime Could've served in a lifetime For trying to get this cab, bitch Shot, shot
the hernia home cause I'm a money savage damn I got the cash with me standing at
To chillin' in the mansion, my plug callin' from Mexico.
Punks loaded like Texaco.
They kinda call me Batman cause my partner them be robbin' I'm the man of the year
You see the man up in here.
You see me walking with me.
Carrie Simon walking chandelier.
If a nigga want a whole brick, we got it We ain't gettin' money, man, boy, he need
Left packet cheesecake, right packet slap, and everything we do
Gotta make a profit.
Hey, no, I ain't blogging.
You know I throw the work and they catching it like mouse.
I'm talking real shit.
Think I need to floss.
You know I'm re-ending up on the first and the false.
I had to.
Throw my Glock on you like the frog.
I got a ball heart, you can call me that.
sweat earrings in my ears, but we call them blots.
But you know them white hoes
getting them by the flop.
Plus, the mink counts so it's not a flop.
And I already killed a nigga without the gun.
So yes, I can kill a nigga
But we're out the gun.
You play the goons to kill you when they whip out.
If a nigga want a whole brick, we got it.
We ain't getting money, man.
Boy, he need.
Left packet cheesecake, right packet slappin' Everything we got, everything we got
Man, we gotta make a price flex and tell them stop this
And they ain't baking cakes and serving pies.
And no, they ain't blocking.
I'm wealthy.
I got a lot of cash.
I keep my money meeting Gucci.
When we go shopping.
I'm living life fabulous.
You can throw it in the bag.
Riding in that.
out of trouble with throwaway gags.
I put my team on cause I got throwaway.
When we hit the club, dawg, we got throwaway racks.
These niggas talking sex.
I got my check up.
The ice.
I need a check up Your girl in the Lambo She want it for neck up Saying how she feel
Man, you need to step back.
